Chapter 35
Raquelle led and nodded smugly. “Of course I brought him! 1 thought you’d all enjoy playing with him,
Then, the rationed to me to come over. You, come here!”
The group gasped as I obediently stood beside her. One of hes sends exclaimed, “Racquelle, after all this time, your dog is still so well–trained!
none at your beck and call like that,”
“It must be nice having someone at
wish had such an obedient dog who’d do anything way!”
“Well, good luck finding one. This “dog‘ here is a rare breed. He’s the Smiths‘ helt, after all.”
The women laughed mockingly, deliberately raising their voices to ensure others could hear. Racquelle’s smink widened, and she crossed her arms, clearly pleased with the attention. “When someone’s only here for money, they’d better be prepared to act like a dog, Joshua was born for this role, and he doesn’t dare disobey a single command!”
calm and silent, knowing any resistance would only lead to worse treatment. After all these years, I had seen all of Raquelle’s tactics and had grown numb to her insults.
The women stared at me in amazement, some even clapping their hands.
“Someone who’s barna loser really does make the perfect dog!”
“Racquelle, ask if he has any friends who’d like to be my dog–I want to experience this power!”
Raquelle took a sip of her cocktail and looked at me with assement. “Oh really? Since you’re so curious, let me give you that chance!”
She held out her glass to the woman who had spoken and said, “Go ahead–throw it in his face!”
“Are you serious? Is that okay?” the woman asked, barely concealing her excitement
Racquelle shrugged. “Why not? He’s my dog. What is he going to do about it? If he dares to retaliate, I make him pay for it.”
nose. The woman laughed harder as her
Encouraged by Racquelle, the woman threw the drink in my face. The cold liquid dripped from my hair, and the strong alcohol smell hit my nose. Th excitement only grew.
“He really in well–trained What a good pee!”
quelle smirked. “Of course! Shanice, he’s just a dog. Do whatever you want with him!”
Shanice suddenly grabbed my tie and pulled me closer. Her perfume surrounded me, and I instinctively stepped back, but she just smiled, unbothered by my reaction “Shanice, what are you doing?” Raquelle asked in surprise,
Shanice grabbed my wrist and turned to laquelle “I want this man.
“What?” Racquelle gasped. “He’s just the Smiths dog Have you lost your mind?”
The other women chimed in, “Shanice, you’re the Klint family’s heiress. You could have any man you want! Why choose someone so beneath you?”
Despite their mockery, Shanice’s eyes remained fixed on me. She chuckled and replied, “I’m tired of men who only try to please me. This one is different.
